indie horror

The finer points of murderous Goodyears...

I learned about this dark little indie horror film from a friend on twitter. Obviously, as a Connoisseur of Crap, the title grabbed my attention immediately, and since it's available through Netflix, I immediately added it.

Nothing completes the holidays like zombies, sex, big guns, a dwarf and cinema's first cycling zombie! And what better way to spread love and holiday cheer than by supporting indie horror? A $1.99 doesn't get you much these days: a pack of Vomit Flavored Chewing Gun, a pair of Pokemon Socks, a 6 pack of Zima, or any other stocking stuffer our Podcast Crew would enjoy.

I honestly don't know what this indie movie by Tim Davis is about, but after seeing this little synopsis, all I know is: I must see it. I saw a guy in some sort of power armor, zombies, a screaming fat chick, guns, gravestones and lots of tattooed naked people. I don't CARE what it's about, but I'm already prepared to declare it the most awesome thing I've ever seen.

The trailer is safe for work, but the website images..... not so much.

Horror fans got a one week reprieve from shelling out dough at the box office this week. That is unless you live near one of the 11 theaters that screened the Ryan Reynolds Iraq War flick "Buried," which Lionsgate rolled out to a select number of theaters on Friday. The advance word is that a full release is possible in a couple of weeks. Now, with all due warnings about ridiculously small sample size out of the way, let's look at some precedence for how things might play out for "Buried."

Is it wrong that I don't find anything creepy about the main charter in the new film "Catfish"? Sometime you've just got to find a girl on Facebook, start putting yourself in pictures with her and eventually drive across the country to surprise her in the middle of the night. Sounds romantic to me. And to the rest of America apparently because this film is blowing up everywhere. Apparently even Kelly Ripa wants to see it. She's my favorite of all the Ripa's!

Whenever I sit down to review low-budget independent horror movies, especially those released by cult distributor Brain Damage Films, I make an honest, concentrated effort not to hold them to the same standards as their Hollywood-generated brethren. Less-than-stellar acting, wonky direction, and cheap special effects are almost always par for the course, and for the most part, they're relatively easy to overlook. Assuming, of course, that the project in question comes packaged with a decent story and a director who understands the limitations of his budget.

Anyone who has suffered through any of my reviews on this site is probably aware of the fact that modern mainstream horror and I simply do not get along. In fact, I'm so brutally disenchanted with the genre right now that I often wonder why, exactly, I continue to waste my precious time and remaining brain cells on films that do nothing more than insult my intelligence. Perhaps this jaded point-of-view is true source of my recent cinematic funk, derailing the respective experiences long before the opening credits begin to roll.

There's been a lot of buzz around the film "The House Of The Devil" and after showing at numerous festival it finally gets a release date this weekend, even if it is a limited one. So in honor of that the writer and director of the film, Ti West, will take part in a live twitter chat this coming Thursday from 11 to 12pm PST. Question one, what the hell kind of name is Ti? From there I am pretty open.